The mornings are dark this time of year\u00a0<\/p>\n
but those friendly sounds each day I hear<\/p>\n
kettle boiling, tea soon made<\/p>\n
toast has popped up, where’s marmalade<\/p>\n
Kitchen warmth around my back<\/p>\n
now retired, no lunch to pack<\/p>\n
a word out of fashion but which says it all\u00a0<\/p>\n
is Nice, yes Nice, it’s ten feet tall<\/p>\n
So once again I’ll gently yawn<\/p>\n
and thank the Lord that I was born.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The mornings are dark this time of year\u00a0 but those friendly sounds each day I hear kettle boiling, tea soon made toast has popped up, where’s marmalade Kitchen warmth around my back now retired, no lunch to pack a word out of fashion but which says it all\u00a0 is Nice, yes Nice, it’s ten feet … Continue reading New day<\/span>